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Post by JW% on Aug 21, 2013 17:25:14 GMT -8
((Since our resident moderator Gipsy Danger apparently isn't going to post, I believe he gave me control of his character Kyle, and his 8bits character.))
"Hey, everything alright in here?" Kyle asked, shoving his masked face through the cargo loading bay door. "There's some paramedics and police officers here." Both Forest Fox and Creeper had already been taken away.
He also held up the mermaid by her tied arms. "Also, she was trying to crawl away. I figured we might want to talk to her."
"Yeah... that sounds smart..." Miles said still laying on the floor. "Nonhuman affairs might want to know why our native mer-folk are attacking deputies of the law." The mermaid girl sobbed softly, offering no immediate response to Karma or Cesspit. Darkson seemed to be in his own little world of pain and ignored them all.
"What were they thinking... letting you run free?" Darkson asked Nephilims corpse. Finally he reached out and grabbed the dead body by what little was left of the collar. Black tendrils started to lift off of his arm like coils of oily smoke. He jerked back violently, tearing something out of Nephilim. With a racing glimmer of light the tanned womans body was covered by her normal civilian clothing once more, the armor, or the strips of chainmail bikini that was left, vanishing. "You won't be tricking anyone else into hurting themselves with delusions of power now." He told the pendant.
Darkson held her pendant in his hand and glared at it. He seemed to lift himself up on his flight ability, legs both hanging limply, as he turned to address Karma, Cesspit, and Kyle. "See to it her body is taken care of. She might have just been some skillless wannabe, but she at least tried." He glanced back at his fist that he held the pendant in. "It wasn't her fault she didn't know her limitations."
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Aug 21, 2013 17:51:34 GMT -8
Another team of paramedics had taken charge of Changeling, who had passed out where Karma hid him, already having moved him carefully onto a stretcher, hoisting him up and carrying him to an ambulance.
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Post by JW% on Aug 22, 2013 15:13:22 GMT -8
((The following scene happens some hours from when he was picked up, but before the next morning when he's released and everyone.))
The man formerly wearing the armor of Creeper lay in the hospital room. Several monitors were watching him, giving his heartrate and breathing to nurses watching from outside. The bed was comfortable, and his sore body was starting to feel better when a sound brought his eyes open.
"Please to not be pressing call button." Her voice was vaguely European, though aside from a the garbled grammar it was hard to tell just why he got that impression. She was standing at the far side of the room, hidden by the privacy curtain and underneath the television set mounted in the top corner of the room. Most notable however was that her outfit, primarily dark blue and white, was some sort of armored body suit, and she wore a mask of silver that not only hid her entire face, but even the shape of her head.
Also, she was pointing a gun at him. Something silvered that looks rather dangerous and functional, yet also not standard issue. "Infact it would be best if not be making a move at all." She continued smoothly. "Operative Nathan has gone dark. Working contact with you. Would be asking more questions normally, but you seem more confused than we are. So consider this charity. I was never here, Nathan told you all of this. You have questions?"
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Post by lovely corte on Aug 22, 2013 20:38:46 GMT -8
His recovery was gradual, but a much welcomed relief to the former trapped innocence inside of the hulking flesh of Creeper. Sunken into the stiff mattress and draped in a blanket that he was sure had been thrown up on before by the smell, he was at the pinnacle of happiness in his life.
That was until the woman approached. Creeper made a move to get up, but thought to remain where he was. She had a weapon, that was easy to identify, as well as mechanized armor. He was in an ass-less patient's gown and was barely able to breathe and move properly.
"N-... Nathan?" He asked, coughing slightly. "H-... I-... I tried to save him. I-I'm so sorry."
"W-... Who are you?" He questioned the woman, cocking an eyebrow. "What are you doing here?"
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Post by JW% on Aug 22, 2013 22:05:46 GMT -8
"Me? I am only a Mirage. I'm not really here." She answered. "As for what I am doing here... well... perhaps I should start from where you came into this story?"
"I work for an organization comprised of and representing those who specialize in advanced technology. They are very rich, and I like money. They make their money by taking technology that shouldn't work... what most people call 'mad science' and bridging the gap between it and modern, conventional, technology. What was super technology and only in the hands of the inventor some twenty years ago is now mass produced on the market for everyone to use. Because of that one detective who had a two way radio wrist watch back in the thirties, we now had cell phones you can surf the internet with."
"That means the organization I work for, the one Nathan works for, is constantly on the look out for new technologies. Powered armor is the current trend. You came up on our radar as a powered armor user who hadn't... been contacted yet. Due to his... special qualifications... Nathan was assigned to contact you. To find out how your suit works, and if it can be replicated with enough work."
"My job was to shadow Nathan, to make sure he did his job, and didn't somehow escape." She tilted her head. "I can make several assumptions, that Nathan failed to get any technology information from you, secretly or otherwise. Secondly, since you were involved in an interdimensional battle Nathan took that moment of opportunity to be a hero and... escape his captors let's say. Which means that you'll probably be assigned somebody else."
"Now, as for why I'm here in your hospital room at the moment, pointing a gun at your head, consider it a rare flash of morality. The organization that pays my contracts, let's assume that Nathan in his insanity let slip that it's name is Botcon, is... fragmenting. One side, the public side, looks to help people. They're heroes, industrialists, inventors, people who want to make the world a better place. They're naive fools for the most part, who can't even see that the other half is focusing more on industrial espionage, stealing technologies, keeping the best for themselves and making profit above all else with no regard for legality. You've probably encountered powered armor supervillains who are funded by this darker side of Botcon, performing actions that our better half would fight against if they knew about it. Supervillains like Nathan... and me."
"Following me so far?" She asked after performing the info dump of exposition.
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Post by lovely corte on Aug 25, 2013 4:01:50 GMT -8
"I-I know what Nathan was here for and what he was trying to do, what he was trying to achieve." He said, remarking on the close memory of the nervous man asking him about his armor. He sighed, remarking the fact that Nathan, however recent their friendship, was one of his closest friends.
He was the only one who never ran or insulted him, and now he was dead. Or sipping cocktails in some far off dimension.
"Please, can you... just... why do you need my power armor so badly?" He asked. "There are alot of people out there with this sort of technology. Entire corporations. Why me? Am I just surplus?"
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Aug 25, 2013 9:57:32 GMT -8
Sleeping Boy, amidst all the conversation, took interest in the approaching crow, looking to Natasha with even more curiosity now that she seemed to be calling the creature forward.
Lauren laughed a bit. "Home was were I was heading already," she said. "You wouldn't be imposing at all."
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Aug 25, 2013 10:04:12 GMT -8
The coroner that had been sent to see to Nephilim's corpse frowned at what he saw.
The corpse was the same as it had been at the time of death. Certain changes had not occurred at all.
Curious, Craig Edwards peeled off his glove and lifted Nephilim's right hand with his other hand, then gently prodded and felt her wrist before nearly dropping it in shock.
After some thought, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
"Doc, you busy right now? There's something here you need to see."
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Post by Penny Royals on Aug 25, 2013 10:08:59 GMT -8
"We can take a minute to go do this real fast," Isolde assured quickly. "Let's do it, and maybe your aunt and you can come to dinner?"
"This keeps getting bigger and bigger... the restaurant owners will hate us."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Aug 25, 2013 12:15:44 GMT -8
"Go home, okay," she said to Mallory, "I'll meet with you later."
"They're getting money either way," Natasha said shrugging, "I promise I won't be too obnoxious."
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Aug 25, 2013 12:24:26 GMT -8
"Likewise. And I'm alright with going dutch on the check." Anais stated, looking towards the others.
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Post by JW% on Aug 25, 2013 15:32:31 GMT -8
"Please, can you... just... why do you need my power armor so badly?" He asked. "There are alot of people out there with this sort of technology. Entire corporations. Why me? Am I just surplus?" "We don't know that." Mirage replied. "If you built it yourself, then you might have developed something nobody out there. Unless you also stole your technology from somebody we have already studied. Powered armor does not... yet... work by anyone who doesn't have some kind of superpower to make it work. If we were to strip yours out and stick it on someone else, it wouldn't work for them. We had the hardest time getting a suit to work for anyone it wasn't specifically made for." "Which means that despite there being a good number of people who have armor, each of them work differently. Those entire corporations are made up of only a few people who are supplying the rest, and if that one person is lost the armor either stops working right away, or simply can't be repaired. And that person isn't able to explain how they make it work. Can you explain how you made yours? Well enough that somebody else could build one? Could you publish the schematics over the internet and suddenly thousands of people throughout the world reap the benefits of the new technology? Imagine the money you could make if you could sell it. Imagine the power you'd have if you could supply your own private army." Mirage lowered her gun and holstered it. "Now, imagine how much 'surplus' certain ruthless people would be eager to burn through in order to gain that kind of money and power. Even those of us who are... in so deep we can't get away... don't want that happening to everyone." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Hospital Morgue, probably several hours ago) Doctor Evac had experienced a rather hard day. She'd been caught in the middle of the battle on the freeway, and now a crazy cyborg kid with a grasshopper theme to his outfit was in intensive care for kicking a portal closed. How... exactly... he did that wasn't clear to her, but he looked like he'd pull through. And had even been promised MachAlert's old, heavily damaged, motorcycle as the police officer was getting a new one. So, when she got the call to check the morgue, Dr. Evac was almost expecting to be fighting zombies or something. Instead... she found something else. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Docks, when they were all still there... give or take people carrying off bodies) Kyle took stock of the situation, looking over Cesspit and Karma. Then the ruined cargo crates, the holes in the floor, and walls... and basically the warehouse having been heavily damaged. "This happen a fair amount around here?" He asked, catching the mermaid from her attempt to escape again. "More often than I'd like." Darkson said, hovering over his damaged legs. "Anyone here know about... human trafficking?" Kyle asked, taking a moment to look at the girl in the red dress who was half hiding behind Karma. "I'm looking for my girlfriend... she was... you know what, nevermind." Kyle seemed to react to another voice in his had and turned to leave. "I might be able to give you a few leads." Darkson said, floating towards the demon, with a look that said he was more interested in protecting the city from this bloodied shirtless hulk in a hockeymask. "I need to feed heavily tonight..." That left Karma and Cesspit together, though hardly alone by this point. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Park) "Go'n Dutch?" Patty chirped curiously, not understanding the phrase. "Don't worry about it." Jay said, giving her a pat. "I'll explain it later." "Means we all pick up the check." The 'new' girl, who was obviously 'The Maiden' without her uniform or pink hair and kitty ears headband.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Aug 26, 2013 14:05:51 GMT -8
Craig hurried over to Dr. Evac. "Sorry to inconvenience you like this but something's come up with one of the bodies we recovered. It's the strangest thing, really." He said as he lead her to the surgical table Nephilim's body was lying on.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Aug 26, 2013 14:07:41 GMT -8
Natasha looked at the Maiden, "What are you doing here?" she asked. "When did you get here?"
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Post by JW% on Aug 26, 2013 15:06:01 GMT -8
"I was... just passing through the park." 'The Maiden' said. "Hello! You must be those heroines that helped the Maiden Antonia Ravenswing Yami save the day when the mall was attacked by child stealing fae. My name is Serenity Undine Essex."
"Hi ya Serenity!" Patty said with a great big 'I'm telling a lie now and Daddy won't mind' smile.
Jay just facepalmed in the background.
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Post by Penny Royals on Aug 27, 2013 20:19:02 GMT -8
"...Hi!" Isolde turned to the maiden, knowing full well that it was her, but being unable to really make out what to say. "Are you coming to dinner? Everyone else is."
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Post by JW% on Aug 27, 2013 21:57:36 GMT -8
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Park
"Oh... ah... Sure!" Serenity said. "Everyone likes dinner."
"Yay!" Patty cheered, feeling like the whole group was here.
Jay looked over at Isoldes parents. "So... you know what it's like to be a soccer mom? Welcome to the Triumph City version of it."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~Morgue.
Dr. Evac came in with her full armor and helmet on. "Well?" She asked. "What is it? It's been a rough day and I've been on my feet or in the air for most of it. If it's not a zombie that you need my rotor blades to chop the head off of, I'm pretty sure everything in the morgue can wait."
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Aug 28, 2013 5:53:49 GMT -8
"No. It's not that." Craig admitted. "I'm still not sure what to make of it, though. Her body hasn't gone through the usual post-death processes. It still feels kinda warm too." He said, gesturing to Nephilim.
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Post by JW% on Aug 28, 2013 14:20:11 GMT -8
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Morgue
With a weary sigh Doctor Eva McKinsey touched Elektra's body. A complex suite of triage sensors went to work.
Breathing... none. Heartbeat... none. Involuntary responses... none.
The tag showed that Elektra had been declared dead at the scene, several hours ago. Monitors were plugged onto the corpses head and across her body as the heroine Dr. Evac went to work. The electroencephlogram went to work.
Brainactivity... none detected. There was... interference?
"She's dead." Dr. Evac declared. "Medically, legally, this woman is dead. Her neck is broken, her brain is nonfunctional, she's not breathing, she has no pulse. Her bodies cells are still active, but they just haven't gotten the memo yet."
Green eyes beneath a visor turned to Craig. "Put her in containment. The tag says that she was a former superhero, and we have no idea what her powers were. Medically right now she's dead, but it's entirely possible she's got something on her we don't understand that will kick start her. If nothing happens in a few days treat her as normal. We don't yet have a positive ID, and no next of kin. The lack of defensive wounds are suspect. She could have been caught by surprise from behind, taken out before she could do anything useful in the fight, but I want to know for sure. Call in Doctor Tulas if you have to. He deals with this weird stuff." Dr. Evac didn't say just how creepy Dr. Tulas was, or that he didn't even work at the hospital normally, despite having an office. And unofficially the holding cell for dead bodies suspected of being able to rise again was also his project.
It was the one with the words 'Nator waz here' carved on the inside.
"Too damn much magic saturating the city after last night." Dr. Evac grumbled as she left. "Who town is going to be a madhouse for a few days."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Riverside Family Restaurant(a few hours before... yes I'm going to get a headache trying to keep the timeline straight until 'the next morning')
The waitress raised an eyebrow as she saw the man in the black suit with fedora walk in, followed by a gaggle of children. "Table for..."
Jay took a moment as if considering. "Eleven. If your meeting room is available we'd like that." He said, "If not, we might need three tables."
"The room is available." The waitress said after checking reservations. "Right this way then..."
Soon enough all of them were seated in a private room, and as many menus as could be supplied on such short notice were being passed around.
"This... would happen to have anything to do with the light show earlier, would it?" The waitress asked.
"One of the emission points was Black Oak mall." Jay said. "Some of us were shopping there, some of us... working."
"I'll be back to take your orders in a bit." The waitress gave them all a smile and left to manage the front desk again.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Aug 29, 2013 17:45:32 GMT -8
Natasha sat between Isolde and Sleeping Boy, "So are you still confused?" she asked him as she looked at the menu.
Suddenly her phone began to ring, an obnoxious Russian pop song playing from it, She clicked it on, " Zdravstvujtye? " A pause, " Ah privyet Papa "
She held the phone against her to muffle it and rolled her eyes, "Its my father. I'll be right back..." She stepped out of the room.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Aug 29, 2013 17:53:12 GMT -8
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Morgue With a weary sigh Doctor Eva McKinsey touched Elektra's body. A complex suite of triage sensors went to work. Breathing... none. Heartbeat... none. Involuntary responses... none. The tag showed that Elektra had been declared dead at the scene, several hours ago. Monitors were plugged onto the corpses head and across her body as the heroine Dr. Evac went to work. The electroencephlogram went to work. Brainactivity... none detected. There was... interference? "She's dead." Dr. Evac declared. "Medically, legally, this woman is dead. Her neck is broken, her brain is nonfunctional, she's not breathing, she has no pulse. Her bodies cells are still active, but they just haven't gotten the memo yet." Green eyes beneath a visor turned to Craig. "Put her in containment. The tag says that she was a former superhero, and we have no idea what her powers were. Medically right now she's dead, but it's entirely possible she's got something on her we don't understand that will kick start her. If nothing happens in a few days treat her as normal. We don't yet have a positive ID, and no next of kin. The lack of defensive wounds are suspect. She could have been caught by surprise from behind, taken out before she could do anything useful in the fight, but I want to know for sure. Call in Doctor Tulas if you have to. He deals with this weird stuff." Dr. Evac didn't say just how creepy Dr. Tulas was, or that he didn't even work at the hospital normally, despite having an office. And unofficially the holding cell for dead bodies suspected of being able to rise again was also his project. It was the one with the words 'Nator waz here' carved on the inside. "Too damn much magic saturating the city after last night." Dr. Evac grumbled as she left. "Whole town is going to be a madhouse for a few days." Craig nodded, and did as Dr. Evac instructed, carefully placing her in the container the doctor had singled out. After that, he made sure all systems were functioning as they should before clocking out for the evening.
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Post by mekasoundwave on Aug 29, 2013 18:13:54 GMT -8
Well, Elvis was having a strange first day, alright. Rumbles in the Park, Teleportin' Taxis and more hospitality than he could shake a stick at. Was EVERYONE in Triumph City this nice? This was the second restaurant he'd been invited into today! He wasn't even that hungry. At least he'd be able to talk to this Jay dude about Triumph's programs and how he get all that set up and ready.
"So, Mister, when can I get all those programs and stuff set up? I'd kinda like to get it done sooner rather than later. Since I don't really have any place to stay at the moment. And are there any other ones I oughta know about?"
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Post by JW% on Aug 29, 2013 18:27:25 GMT -8
Jay stroked his beard. "You came here without any plans? I mean, heading over to do the paperwork we could finish up tonight, but it would take at least a day, probably a bit longer, for that to come through." Jay frowned. "If you're sure there's no where you could say, I know a shelter that you can spend the night at. It's not exactly the ritz, but it's mildly better than sleeping on a park bench. You might also need a home address for much of the paperwork..."
Jay looked thoughtful at not just Reactor, but also Sleeping Boy. "This... could be a long night of paperwork for us." He mused. "And to think finding a cyborg in an egg on my doorstep was just one of my first challenges this city has thrown at me."
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Aug 29, 2013 19:20:36 GMT -8
"Cyborg in an egg...?" Anais inquired, raising an eyebrow at Jay as he said this.
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Post by JW% on Aug 29, 2013 19:41:22 GMT -8
Jay gave Anais a look like she could figure it out herself as he discreetly pointed to Patty. Then he turned to her.
"No Patty, you can't have triple chocolate waffles for dinner."
"But... I like waffles... and ice cream... and chocolate..."
"The ice cream isn't even pictured on the same page, and the waffle breakfast comes with scrambled eggs and fruit. See?"
"... chocolate fruit?"
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Post by Penny Royals on Aug 29, 2013 19:44:22 GMT -8
"...Jeeze Patty, now you've got me craving that..."
"No."
"...........Chicken?"
"Yes."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Aug 29, 2013 20:50:56 GMT -8
While this was going on, Russian arguing was coming in through the walls. Very angry Russian arguing. No one could really eavesdrop for obvious reasons, but it was pretty easy to tell that Natasha was upset.
She came back into the room, sighing, "Sorry, my father was checking up on me. He got pretty mad when he realized what I'd been up to in my short time here. Fuck him." She took her seat next to Sleeping Boy.
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Post by mekasoundwave on Aug 30, 2013 12:12:41 GMT -8
"No, I had a plan," Elvis replied to Jay. "This is is and it's going swimmingly. I was prepared to rough it out if I needed. Not like I didn't do plenty of that on the way to this city. And I can get you a home address easy enough."
The white haired boy looked over to the Russian pyromancer as she came in and talked about her father issues.
"I'm sure he's just concerned. Not only is his child in another country, she's in one of the most heavily metahuman populated ones in the country."
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Post by JW% on Sept 7, 2013 18:44:28 GMT -8
"Home address or at the very least a mailing address is needed." Jay nodded. "Having one of those will help things out. Then there's filling out the forms to the best of your abilities, describing what you did, how it benefited society in some way..."
"It's a lotta homework." Patty grumbled. "Lots an' lotsa homework. Boring!" Jay gave her a look and she went into pouting mode. "Well it is."
"It's either registering like this, or signing yourself over to some big corporation that specializes in powers." Jay said. "I know, sounds a little communist, everyone in the community pitching in to help one another out, but there's always Pinnacle City if you want the other way."
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Post by lovely corte on Sept 7, 2013 19:18:35 GMT -8
"Look, I'm not sure what I can do for you." Creeper said, almost in a rather defeated manner as he sat upright completely in his bed, a hand reaching for the remote. He made no move to call for a nurse, only to push his bed into an upright position. "It's just... how it is."
"I-I think... m-my... it..." Creeper began, wincing as he tried to wrack his mind over a way to explain it. "I couldn't explain it to Nator. I can't. It's just... how it is."
"I-If you want help with it, s-sure. I'll do that." He said, coughing slightly and taking a sharp breath. "But me and the armor... w-we're one. I am... me and the armor is Him. Me and Creeper are one and the same."
"I'm sorry if this is just... it isn't any closure for you." He said. "And I'm sorry about Nator. He... quite possibly, might have been my only friend. He was the only one who didn't run."
"But... I'm here if you need me." Creeper said, leaning into his bed and looking at Mirage. "I'm not sure how I'll help, but I am here. Just... call on me."
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